Since Hermione left, Harry and Ron have been playing crazy. Since everyone has gone home, almost the entire Gryffindor boys' dormitory and common room are at their disposal, and they have no time to think about Nicolas Flamel. .
On Christmas morning, Harry woke up early.
"Tiera, Merry Christmas!" Harry excitedly slapped Tiera awake as soon as he came.
"Merry Christmas, Harry." Tiera looked up at the time, it was only six o'clock!
At this time, he and Harry were the only two people in the dormitory. Ron's bed was in a mess, and he had obviously woken up long ago.
Since the holidays, Harry and Ron have changed their habit of staying in bed and wish they could stay up every day.
"Harry! Tiera! Come on!" Ron shouted excitedly in the common room.
Gifts large and small were piled under the Christmas tree in the common room.
When Tiera and Harry arrived, Ron was pulling out a purple sweater from a cardboard box with a big R written on the front with a complicated look on his face.
"Oh yes, Harry, you have a gift too." Ron said, pointing enviously at the pile of gifts piled in the other corner of the Christmas tree. Harry's pile of gifts was much bigger than his own.
Harry picked up the top paper packet. It was wrapped in thick brown paper, with "Hagrid to Harry" written in flying colors on it.
Inside was a crudely made flute that Hagrid had obviously made himself.
Harry tried blowing.
The sound made by the flute is somewhat like the hoot of an owl.
The second small paper packet contained a note.
"We received your letter, enclosing a Christmas present for you. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia." Taped to the note was a fifty pence coin.
"Pretty friendly," Harry said.
Ron was fascinated by the coin.
"What a weird shape!" he said. "Such a shape! Is this Muggle money?"
"You keep it," Harry said, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Ron's ecstatic look. "A gift from Hagrid, and these things from my aunt and uncle... Huh?"
Harry picked out a small, flat, rectangular box wrapped in light green paper from his pile of gifts and handed it to Tiera.
"Tiera, here is a gift for you." Harry noticed this gift because it was very weird. It was only wrapped in a piece of green colored paper. It had neither a bow nor a greeting card, but only a sticker on it. A piece of paper reads:
"To Tiera Witch: Merry Christmas"
No signature.
"And my gift?" Tiera was a little surprised. He had been waiting for Harry to take off the invisibility cloak, but he didn't expect that someone would give him a gift.
Tiera took the gift from Harry.
But with a "pop" sound, the green package slipped from Tiera's hand.
Tiera shuddered.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked.
"Oh, no, no, it's nothing." Tiera suddenly came to her senses and carefully picked up the light green package from the ground.
He felt it the moment Tiera took the package from Harry.
I felt the feeling of "mosquito wings brushing against the soul" in Merlin's Notes.
"My hand slipped." Tiera said, and then silently placed the gift on the coffee table next to the stove.
"Aren't you going to open it?" Ron asked curiously.
"Chinese people are not used to opening gifts in public." Tiera casually found an excuse to explain.
"Let me open it for you!" Ron said, reaching out to take Tiera's gift.
"No!" Tiera was one step ahead of Ron, grabbing the small package first and stuffing it behind her back.
"This is... this is a Chinese custom." Tiera said, "This is a Chinese Muggle custom for celebrating Christmas. You have to respect us."
"Oh, okay." Ron shrugged helplessly.
Although Harry was a little surprised, he had to give up when he saw Tiera's determined look.
Harry continued to tear open the paper package and saw a thick bright green hand-knitted sweater and a large box of homemade fudge.
"She knits us a sweater every year," Ron said, opening his own paper bag. "Mine is always dark purple."
"She's so nice," said Harry, tasting a piece of fudge and finding it very sweet.
The next gift... three gifts to be exact, which were also sweets, was a large horseshoe-shaped box of chocolates that Hermione gave to Harry, Ron and Tiera.
There is one last paper packet left. Harry picked it up and touched it. It was very light.
Harry gently opened the paper package.
Something liquid, silver-gray, slid to the floor, gathering into a shiny pile. Ron gasped.
"I've heard of this," he said in a low voice, tossing aside the box of chocolates Hermione had given them. "If I think right, this thing is very rare and very valuable."
"What is it?"
Harry picked up the shiny silver fabric from the floor.
It feels strange in the hand, as if it is woven with water.
"It's an invisibility cloak!" Tiera looked at the long-distance clothing with some excitement and said, "Hurry up and try it on."
Harry draped the Invisibility Cloak over his shoulders, and Ron let out a loud shout.
Harry looked down at his feet. Strangely enough, they had disappeared. he
He rushed to the mirror in two steps. That's right, in the mirror, only his head was hanging in the air, and his body was completely invisible.
He pulled the invisibility cloak over his head, and he was completely invisible in the mirror.
"There's another note!" Ron said suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"
Harry took off his robes and grabbed the letter. On it, written in a thin, circle-within-a-circle font that he had never seen before, were the following lines:
"Your father left this to me before he died. It should be returned to you now. Use it well. I wish you a Merry Christmas."
No signature either.
Harry stared at the note in a daze, while Ron marveled at the invisibility cloak.
Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins who also stayed at school spent the day playing with Harry's invisibility cloak.
Of course, Tiera also put it on herself and tried it on.
But Tiera always seemed a little absent-minded.
And whenever Harry asked Tiera what was wrong, Tiera always returned to her previous faint smile.
The Christmas carnival that night was very sumptuous.
But Tiera was unusually late.
After all the little wizards went to the Christmas party, Tiera quietly took out the light green package.
He squeezed it gently. There was only a layer of wavy green paper on the outside of the package. The inside was not a box, but soft and very elastic.
It's a book, Tiera judged immediately.
Because he felt the spine and hard cover of the book.
Tiera was not ready to open this gift.
Because whatever is wrapped inside, it is definitely a very, very powerful and strange dark magic item.
Otherwise, Tiera would not have caught the "traces of magic" the first time she came into contact with this gift.
Tiera threw the book directly into the stove in the Gryffindor common room, allowing the strong flames to eat away at the gift.
After throwing the gift into the fire, Tiera wanted to go to the banquet.
However, when he turned around, he saw from the corner of his eye that only the green wrapping of the gift had been burned away, revealing the black-enclosed notebook inside.
There is a line of words written on the cover of the notebook:
"Tom Marvolo Riddle"
